Next to stay far from home,
the brothers planned a repulsive crime
Let us grab him now,
do what it means
while we've got the time
If they did and made the most of it
Saw his coat and flung him in a fit
Let us leave him here all alone
and bound to die
When the stormy Ishmaelites,
the hairy crew,
came riding by
In a flash,
the brothers changed their plan
We need Captain Seven,
if we can
Oh, poor Joseph, what you gonna do?
Things look bad for you,
hey, what you gonna do?
Poor, Joseph, what you gonna do?
Things look bad for you,
hey, what you gonna do?
Could you use a slave?
You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites
Good, strong, well -behaved
Storing cheese, heavy reeds, and rice
In a trice, the dirty deal we've done
Silver coins for
Jacob's fa vourite son
Van of the Ishmaelites
Galloped off with his slave in tow
Off to Egypt where Joseph
was not keen to go
It wouldn't be a picnic, he could tell
Oh, and I don't speak Egyptian very well
Joseph's brothers tore his
precious multicolored coat
Having ripped it up,
they next attacked a passing ghost
Soon the wretched
creature was no more
They dipped his coat in blood
and guts and gore
Oh now, brothers,
how low can you stoop?
You make a sword in blue pay
How low can you stoop?
Poor, poor Joseph,
soon to be a slave
Situations create a way
for someone to be a soul